THE ENEMY My grandmother asked me no more of the gentleman who had come to my help in the wood.

Being old she forgot easily, and, besides, she was absorbed in these days in the preparations for my going to Dublin.
For the moment my own interest in the great matter had waned.

I used to like to slip away from the perpetual fitting on of garments to ride or drive about the roads outside the Abbey.

I was afraid now to walk in unfrequented places, lest I should meet with Richard Dawson; and there are few places in the neighbourhood of Aghadoe which are frequented.

I grew quite zealous about afternoon calls, and would remind my grandmother of her neglect of her social duties, a matter which had never troubled me before.
"Why, what has come to you, Bawn ?" she asked at length.